FutureStory

Tom gasped and doubled his speed, but no matter how fast he ran, the robot always stayed right behind him. He could see the gears inside its head turning, rotating the robot’s head, twisting its eyes in all directions, and turning other gears to make the robot move. Frayed wires hung; limp, sparking, from holes in the robot’s exoskeleton. The Red Crosses’ airplane’s door opened right as Tom reached the plane. He clamored on, but right as the door closed and the plane prepared for takeoff, the robot opened fire. Bullets ricocheted off of the plane’s armor, with only a few bullets piercing through the plating. But it was too late, and the plane took off, heading in the direction of California, where all commercial spaceships left for the moon or Mars.